Doors

It’s been a while since I’ve done any grungey urban stuff. This one was taken inside a condemned parking garage built in the 50s, condemned because of wide cracks and missing clunks in the concrete of the top floor. The doors weren’t wildly interesting but I had lucky timing. The building to the right of the garage has a lot of blue on it, and the one behind, shown through the broken windows, is a red-bricked building. It was late in the evening so the angular light had pushed the blue into garage. I shot this with a bracket of three all down ½ step, and then put together using the fusion area of Photomatix. The bottom floor had similar doors and better light, but I dumbly started checking doors. Most were locked except one that opened into an abysmally black room which had a few homeless inhabitants confirmed by a few unfriendly voices. It was time to leave at that point.

Strange that this should be a parking garage. With it being so old and unused the imagination can run wild … a dance studio maybe, with a troop of ballerinas. Dressed in pink, practicing at the bar to the sound of music …